Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“Mason brothers.” Adam is the first to answer, looking down at it. I’ve kept in touch with Adam over the past four years, but I’m not always aware of where he is. Whatever his job is—keeps him busy traveling the world. He comes and goes as he pleases, and I don’t ask any questions.
Bones picks it up, and his hard eyes meet mine when his fist tightens around it.
“Are they here in Vegas?” I ask, looking at Adam, and he nods.
Grave explains. “They run the Airport…”
“I want to meet with them.” I interrupt him, not really caring what the Airport is.
Bones shakes his head. “We don’t do business with them.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you guys do or don’t do with them. I have questions, and they might have answers,” I inform him. We flew all this way, and I’m not returning to Carnage until I get what I want. Ashtyn and Kashton have been blowing up my phone. Saint has been dead silent, but I expected that.
Adam made it very clear that Benny wasn’t going to speak. I don’t doubt my brothers—Kashton and Saint—I can’t say that they can make Benny talk, but I can say that Saint will just kill him. He won’t do it on purpose. It’ll be a heat-of-the-moment sort of situation. Especially after he recently kidnapped and raped Ashtyn for four days.
“Let’s go.” Adam is already headed to the double glass doors.
“I’ll take you guys—”
“Grave.” Bones interrupts his brother. The growl in his voice tells me he doesn’t want Grave anywhere near these Mason brothers. Again, I don’t give a fuck. Grave is a grown-ass adult and can do whatever he wants.
“I’ll join them,” Cross adds, and Titan stays silent.
I’m not here to start problems, but I’m not leaving until I get what I came for. And the less time I’m in this godforsaken town, the better.
“We don’t need babysitters.” Adam chuckles.
“Not just anyone can walk in and speak to them,” Grave points out. “I can’t even guarantee they’ll give you what you want.”
“I can get us in,” Adam states, and everyone turns to look at him as if to silently ask him how he can do that, but he keeps quiet.
Good enough for me. “Let’s go.” I turn to give them my back and head for the glass double doors.
“This morning?” Cross asks.
I face them, and Grave downs what’s left of his second energy drink. “Yes. Now.” I rip the door open and exit the conference room. The sooner I speak to them, the sooner I get back home.
The Airport is exactly what I thought it’d be. An actual airport in the middle of the desert. But by the lack of planes, I’d say they’re not pilots. I want to ask what exactly this place is but I just can’t bring myself to care enough.
We pull into a parking garage and climb out of the back of the SUV, walking with Grave and Cross toward a bank of elevators.
“The Mason brothers don’t give information without something in return,” Grave informs me.
I nod, placing my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “Nothing worth knowing ever comes free.” Lords are always willing to pay in blood. A pound of flesh is the only acceptable payment.
Cross snorts, and Grave nods in agreement while Adam remains quiet.
We enter the building, and the flashing lights and blaring music remind me of a nightclub. But it’s got multiple levels and looks exactly like an abandoned airport.
They take us up a flight of stairs and knock on a door before opening it. We step inside, and a guy sitting at a table looks up at us and smiles at the Kings. “Grave, come to fight?”
He laughs. “Not tonight.”
One of the guys looks at me and bows his chest. “Bringing in strays, Grave? That’s beneath a King.” Then he looks at Adam.
I reach into my pocket, and the guy sitting at the table jumps to his feet and removes a gun from his hip, pointing it right at me. Before I can say sit the fuck down, Adam punches him in the face, knocking him back into his seat. He yanks his gun out of the waistband and points it at the guy’s head.
“Whoa.” Grave raises his hands. “We didn’t come to kill anyone tonight.” There’s laughter in his voice as the guy rubs blood from his face while glaring up at Adam.
I remove the poker chip from my pocket and toss it onto the table.
“You can put the gun away,” the one standing orders Adam, picking up the chip. He flips it over, eyeing it, and then tosses it back to me. I catch it as he speaks. “You can cash in your winnings in the basement.”
Adam slowly tucks his gun back into his jeans.
I remove the picture from my back pocket and drop it onto the table as well. “Know either one of them?” I ask.